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Chapter 38 Flesh and blood

a moment ago.

Only after the Beggars' Gang members walked away did the yamen runners breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the cold sweat from their heads.

"Are these people really the Beggars' Gang? I see they are dressed more luxuriously than the wealthy families in this town." A young bailiff asked curiously.

Zhao Xin, the oldest of the yamen runners, shook his head and sighed, "Xiao Ke, you are new here, you don't know. In the past, there was also a group of beggars in the town. They were very skilled in martial arts and didn't take us in the yamen seriously. They acted arrogantly and did all kinds of unscrupulous things. They even dressed better than these people."

The other yamen runners all shook their heads and smiled bitterly, and it seemed that they had suffered a lot.

Zhao Xin looked up and recalled, with a look of shock in his eyes: "I still remember... the leader of the Beggars' Sect in Jiulong Bay could break a hundred-jin boulder with one punch. If that fist landed on a person, even his bones would be shattered. If it landed on the side of a sword, even the most tempered steel would bend."

Another yamen runner shook his head and sighed, "Master Du's father was besieged by several members of the Beggars' Sect and died tragically... He was a good man, but it's a pity that good people don't live long."

Liu Ke was surprised and asked, "So powerful, how did they die? I usually hear you all praise Master Du for adopting a disabled child. Could it be that he avenged his father?"

In the end, this traditional plot of revenge for one's father suddenly made Liu Ke's eyes sparkle.

Coupled with this man's daily righteous deeds, the image of a hero described by the storyteller gradually became clear in Liu Ke's mind.

Zhao Xin sighed, forced a smile and said, "We took advantage of the Beggars' Sect gathering together to drink, and fired 20 cannons at the same time, killing them. A strong man with that strength, even a genius like Master Du, would need at least 20 to 30 years of training."

"There were a few cannons at the beginning, and they were moved there by our yamen." said another yamen runner.

Zhao Xin said regretfully, "It won't work this time. The artillery is too heavy. It's okay to just bombard the Beggars' gathering place. But for those who come to our door, it's hard to ensure that they will be led to an open area obediently."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a deafening rumble not far behind him! It was like an earthquake shaking the mountains!
Zhao Xin, Liu Ke and other yamen runners looked at each other with horror in their eyes.

Zhao Xin swallowed his saliva and said in disbelief, "No wonder the county magistrate asked us to hold them back for a while. Master Du actually...actually brought the cannon over here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Ke ran out and said excitedly: "I'll go take a look!"

"Hey! Let's not get involved in the trouble in the underworld!" Zhao Xin spoke up to stop them.

Having said that, the artillery has been fired and there will probably be no survivors.

Since there are no survivors, it doesn't seem to matter much to just watch the fun.

Thinking of this, the yamen runners all followed, leaving Zhao Xin alone, stamping his feet and running over helplessly.

However, after climbing over the short slope, the scene before them shocked many yamen runners.

There was an obvious huge hole on the official road, which was suspected to be caused by artillery fire. There were corpses and wounded people wailing all around, and the ground was littered with corpses.

It was the first time Liu Ke saw such a scene and he almost vomited.

Zhao Xin was full of confusion. This was clearly the only high place among the surrounding low slopes, while the rest of the place was flat. So where on earth did the other side hide the artillery?

Just then, they heard a roar not far away, and then they saw on the other side that Master Du was talking to a member of the Beggar Gang.

The group of yamen runners quickly lay down and hid behind the hillside to watch.

Zhao Xinxin knew it was not good, and frowned, "What should we do? Master Du's ambush did not kill everyone. If that person has the power of the branch leader, I'm afraid Master Du will be in trouble."

Liu Ke wanted to rush out with the knife in hand, but was quickly held down by the guards around him, who cursed him, "You're crazy!"

Liu Ke struggled and shouted, "I'll go and help. Master Du is a righteous man, we can't let him be harmed by the villains!"

Zhao Xin quickly covered his mouth and cursed, "Conflicts among the martial arts world are most taboo for the government to interfere. We were able to help Master Du delay a little bit of time before, which was already a help!"

Just as they were arguing, the man from the Beggar Gang took action.

As soon as he struck out, his force was as strong as thunder. Even the yamen runners could hear the sound of wind carried by his fist, and their faces changed immediately.

Zhao Xin secretly thought that with such power, his strength might even be greater than that of the former leader of the Beggars' Sect.

I heard from the county magistrate that the one coming is the Eight-Bag Elder. He is probably the most powerful figure in the Beggars' Sect, right?

No one was injured in the ambush, and I don’t know if Master Du can hold on.

Then, this group of yamen runners saw Du Mu slap his face with a particularly crisp "pa!" sound.

The Beggar Gang elder's attack, which was originally like a deadly attack from a powerful crossbow, was like a fly being swatted to the ground, and his whole body fell to the ground.

He was completely stunned and felt a burning pain on his face.

This slap made Chen Yougong calm down.

He did not stand up, but sat cross-legged, looked at Du Mu coldly and said, "No wonder, your skills have reached this level now. It seems that Li Youde and Wang Fugui were defeated by you, which is not unfair."

Du Mu nodded: "Yes, it looks like you will fall into my hands too."

"But I have a question... What exactly is the incense master you are talking about?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yougong sneered: "Master? Was it that remnant of the Luo Sect who was lucky enough to survive who told you? You really don't know anything, yet you dare to provoke my Beggars' Sect without permission." As he spoke, he looked at the setting sun, which was slowly sinking into the mountains.

Jiang Wanli arrived in the morning, and the Beggar Gang members who followed took a whole day to slowly sail to Kowloon Bay.

"It's about time... The incense master should be able to handle this little bit of sunshine."

As Chen Yougong spoke, he suddenly knelt down in front of the wreckage of the two carriages and shouted, "Please help, Master Xiang! Revenge for my Beggars' Sect disciples!"

"boom!"

The wreckage of the carriage was opened, and a tattered, curved, heavy wooden board stood up.

It looks like a coffin lid.

The upright wooden board still had some strength left, and it slowly leaned forward, then collapsed onto the horse's body with a loud bang.

A figure covered in charred and deformed armor was revealed.

"Is this the incense master you mentioned?" Du Mu narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party. He didn't expect that five high-explosive grenades failed to kill him.

He had heard the movement of the previous car before, and there were only Chen Yougong and his son, and their fighting ability was not a concern.

But the next car was so quiet, as if it were dead silent.

He guessed at that time that the so-called incense master might be in the car behind, so he placed most of his attack on the car behind.

Unfortunately, it turned out that there was a thick coffin in the carriage, and the power transmitted into it was not enough to kill a martial arts master.

The incense master in armor slowly climbed out of the broken coffin, but he lost his balance and even fell off the coffin.

Once he had regained his balance, he stumbled out of the wreckage of the carriage and finally stood firmly.

During this process, his armor kept making clanging and clicking sounds.

Du Mu looked at the other person's helmet and saw that his face was completely covered by a mask.

"boom--!"

At the instant of a loud bang, the armored man flew out lying on his back, with his legs half a meter off the ground.

The helmet on his head flew far away and landed on a low slope several dozen meters away.

Chen Yougong originally saw the incense master coming out, with a ferocious look of revenge flashing in his eyes.

However, the loud noise that suddenly rang in his ears made him tremble all over, and his body subconsciously thought it was another huge explosion from before.

Chen Yougong raised his head in horror and looked in the direction where the sound came from... and found that it was a silver, peculiarly shaped musket.

Du Mu blew at the muzzle of the M500 revolver, although this type of modern firearm no longer produced obvious gunpowder smoke.

This incense master looks particularly strange. Since he has a gun to test, why not use it?
Du Mu aimed very accurately, making sure he hit the center of the helmet's eyebrows.

Judging from the distance the helmet flew, it was obvious that the bullet had definitely penetrated the opponent's skull.

The yamen runners hiding behind the low slope were all startled by the helmet that suddenly fell beside them.

I was relieved when I saw it was just an ordinary thing like a helmet.

Zhao Xin hesitated and stretched out his hand, pulling at his helmet. Suddenly, his pupils widened and his eyes were filled with fear.

It was because inside the helmet, there was a head without skin or eyes, only flesh and blood under the skin, looking at him with empty eye sockets.

He was so frightened that he dropped his helmet.

At this time, the setting sun in the sky had completely set.

The headless corpse lying on the ground twitched suddenly, and then, contrary to common sense of physics, the whole person stood up straight.

Only then did Du Mu see clearly that the shot he had just fired had actually blown the opponent's head off.

The helmet thrown out by Zhao Xin kept rolling on the ground, as if it had intelligence, and rolled to the feet of the headless corpse.

A pair of skinless bloody hands stretched out, were picked up by him, and pressed back on his own neck like a puppet.

"It hurts a little."

The skinless bloody man looked at Du Mu with his empty eye sockets and spoke slowly.

Du Mu smiled.

"Will it hurt? That's great."

(End of this chapter)